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SACRED SONGS

3 What tho' our inbred fins require Our fleſh to fee the duft,

Yet as the Lord our Saviour rofe, So all his chofen muft.

4 There's an inheritance divine Referv'd againſt that day; ' Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd, And cannot fade away.

5

Saints by the pow'r of God are kept " Till the falvation come;

I

We walk by faith, as ftrangers here, " Till Chrift fhall call us home.

XX.

God's Tendernefs and Care of Sion. Ifa. xlix..

13, 14.

NOW fhall my inward joys arife,

And burft into a fong; Almighty love infpires my heart, And pleafures tune my tongue. a God on his thirfty Sion hill

Some mercy- drops has thrown, And folemn oaths have bound his love To fhow'r falvation down.